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The description of the bilges states there are six sets of masterwork manacles bolted to the wall, so no need to tie them up.
Good catch, didnt get that
Details, LOL
After securing Japes and Fipps in the manacles Randall will remove the keys from all the other manacles and, after placing the two from Fiips and Japes in his belt pouch, will flush them down the bilge pump.
At the end of the day everyone had lined up for a review of what happened. Harrigan was sneering with happiness as there were many mistakes made from their rivals that warranted a whipping. That grin disappeared when Randall appeared before them as well.
Plugg looked shocked... but managed to recover much more quickly as he backed out. "Where are Fipps and Jape? They're supposed to have been monitoring you in the bilge."
Lucille looks like the textbook definition of innocence, whispering to Syl
Psst, my shadow informed me that some cheeky, kinky, naughtiness may or may not have taken place
Syls resulting giggle perhaps confusing Plugg a bit.
Arkhan awaits this session of the bloody hour by periodically kicking a coil of rope.
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Randall finishes his shift in the bilges as the pair of naked men slowly regain consciousness. Before going topside he walks over to the pair of shackled prisoners "Listen, gentlemen, and listen good." to make sure he has their attention he draws one of their daggers from his belt and lets the torchlight play along it's blade before continuing "A storms coming and you can feel the wind beginning to shift before it arrives. You two owe me your lives, my companions were quite content to kill you while you were unconscious but I, reluctantly, talked them out of it. He looks both men deep into the eyes "Now you have to ask yourself will you stand windward and join the storm, or will you stand alee and be swept away when it arrives?"
Randall drops both Fipps and Japes' daggers at Plugg's feet "With my regards, Mister Plugg" he sneers in contempt. As he walks back to join the rest of the crew he says over his shoulder "They decided to stay in the bilges for a little alone time."
Arkhan peers up at Djir in the crow's nest. He kicks a coil of rope closer.
Aim for the soft, not-as-prickly spots?
Arkhan peers up at Djir in the crow's nest. He kicks a coil of rope closer.
Aim for the soft, not-as-prickly spots?
Djir's not particularly amused: "Aim for the soft spot?!? Your head it is, mush-for-brains!"
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Plugg stared deeply into the daggers and then to Randall while snatching the daggers. "We'll see about that. You do know that killing a fellow teammate calls for a kneelhauling."
Plugg went under, something that took several tense minutes. Finally, Fipps and Jape emerged with Plugg in tow, who himself looked rather nervous... and it was quickly apparent why. Behind him appeared none other than Captain Harrigan himself. And he did not look happy. All other sailors froze in place as the captain surveyed what was going on.
"This better be good. You do know I don't like being disturbed, Plugg."
"Of course captain,"Plugg replied with a rare showing of nervousness from the first mate. Yet he coughed on his fist to recover. "I found Fipps and Jape tied up and on the verge of death. They both stated that the person that nearly sent them to death was that one!" He pointed his finger at Chisomo.
"You come here missy." If she did move over, he would begin. "I want ta hear accounts from both sides about what happened."
"But sir..."
Harrigan quickly unsheathed his massive dagger and placed it on his neck. "No one else speaks!" He slowly turned back towards Chisomo. "Only who were in the bilge as well as the dark-skinned woman at the time of the attack." Plugg slowly nodded before the dagger is returned to the hilt.
Lucille listens intently, seeing herself as a possible reserve in case things go wrong.
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Chisomo just scowls. "My blade is still sheathed and bonded while theirs are wet with Randall's blood. But if I wanted to kill them, they'd be dead. I haven't killed any of the fools who have trifled with me because of your order, Captain, the order of a true, strong leader.
"If you doubt me, give them back their daggers, and I'll show what would have happened if I wished them dead."
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Begging the Captains pardon, Sir.' Randall says with a tug of his forelock in salute {b]"But what she says is the truth. Before I was sent to the bilges this morning Mr. Plugg stripped me of my weapons which I thought awfully peculiar given the size of the rats that live down below. He told me not to worry as he was sending someone to help, fortunately he missed my holdout dagger."[/b] He flicks his wrist just so and the dagger falls back into his palm, he offers the blade to the Captain hilt first.
"When Fipps and Japes arrived I could feel something was just not right, the tension was so high you could feel it even over the oppressive heat of the bilge. Anyway, Fipps soon began to pick a fight and drew his blade to strike at me. I incapacitated Japes with a spell while Fipps and I fought. He struck two teribble blows and I was soon unconscious. When I awoke both Fipps and Japes were sprawled on the deck next to me. I assisted Chisomo in placing them in the manacles, although stripping them naked first was my idea." his face twists into a wry smile.
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It didn't feel like Harrigan was convinced from what the monk was telling him, despite a valiant effort from Randall. "Ye better not be starting threats 'around here girl."
Yet that seemingly paled in comparison from Fipps attempt of covering his story. Fipps, clearly nervous with his life potentially on the line, stated that Randall and Chisomo stabbed the two of them, only for the captain to point out that the woman had no such weapons on her from the start. Jape did his best to reenact the tale... except that he couldn't speak.
"What's wrong with his mouth?"
"Jape had his tongue cut out since he was a lad."
Harrigan grunted before looking between the two sides before looking at Plugg.
"This ain't the kind of thing I signed up for when I put you as First Mate. I shouldn't have ta settle disputes so soon."
He then turned towards the crowd in general to make his statement. "Clearly there's been some tension 'round here. But know that you all work under me, and I won't tolerate any discrepancies. For that... Chisomo will receive 6 lashes." Plugg and Scourge's faces lit up... but only briefly as Harrigan continued. "While these two will be sent to the sweatbox until my say so." The two stooges' faces fell as Plugg tried to interject.
"But no one died..."
"And if they survive the box, may things will stay that way. But the next time I hear trouble about, I'm kneelhaulin' the first person I feel responsible! And I don't care how high up that person is..." He sneered a foul one at Plugg, before he sent the others to set up the other punishments for the day.
In turns of punishment, Torin was the other one who didn't manage to perform his duties well.
When the punishment was done, Fipps and Jape were dragged over to the sweatbox with barely any room for the both of them other than to lay one on top of the other. It was clear that neither of them would be coming out for the night.
Once Harrigan was gone, Scourge and Plugg slinked away. Only then did Sandara rush over to start healing.
When Chisomo was away, the redhead let her best on her lap. "...I wanna thank you for saving his life back there. I guess I do have a way of putting the people I like in danger, huh."
Djir joins the crowd, hears the tale told, and listens to Capt. Harrigan's 'justice'... After Harrigan has left, he lets out a whistle and says "He's a hard man, not one to cross, is Captain Harrigan."
Oh Lady in Shadows, oh Ardent dreams, I thank thee for this amusement freely offered. Even better that they forgot about the f&~+ed up meal in the commotion!
Lucille offers a silent prayer to her deities. As she notices she is out of healing to offer to Torin.
Guess I will ingratiate him with me later
Hej Syl, you want to know something funny?
Lucille waves her upcoming murder Padawan over.
So, Lady Nocticula is the demon Lord of murder, he divine punishments for comically failing at murder are typically hilarious and humiliating. The only thing she would have done differently is put them in a sweatbox made of glass. Well, maybe, she also has very high standards in terms of aesthetics, and well, seeing Fibbs and jake, naked, tightly holding each other, could be too strong a punishment for the remaining crew....
She whipsers between giggles.
I kind of wish I could cast grease
Randall holds his breath after Chisomo tells her side of the story as he sees the dubious look on Harrigan's face. He only breathes a sigh of relief as Fipps begins his stuttering account of the incident "Thank the Gods the man is a buffoon and the other is a mute." he thinks to himself "I don't believe a word he's saying and I was there."
Randall winces as Chisomo is sentenced with six lashes all just for trying to save his life. "F@%$, me." he muses when Harrigan passes judgement on Fipps and Japes "I had hoped sparing their lives would have brought them over to our side. Putting them in the box will only harden their resolve, if nothing else." but he can't help but smile as the pair are jammed together in a box clearly designed for only one person "Kind of like stuffing ten pounds of shit in a five pound bag."
Randall, clearly shaken by the days events takes his rum ration and downs it all in one gulp.
Looking around he sees Chisomo sitting with Sandara "Time to take a step back from that, she deserves it." Not feeling in the mood for any fun and games he retires early to his hammock.
Chisomo groans as she leans back into Sandara's lap, both from the sting of her often-abused back, and the release of tension that came with even this simple human connection.
"So that wasn't just a test to see if I'd let your new favorite die out of jealousy?" she half-joked.
Arkhan toasts Chisomo.
Arkhan resists the temptation of summoning a rat, or two for the gentlemen in the sweatboxes. Barely.....
Djir drinks his rum like a pirate should:
vs dc 5
+2 con +1 Trait +1 guidance (from Cevanne)
Djir passess the evening chatting with Badger, feeding her whatever line he needs to ingratiate himself...
1 rank +3trained +1 Cha +1 guidance (from Cevanne) +1 Rum!
Sandara bowed his head in a snorted laugh. "Good to know you're learning sarcasm." She proceeded to stroke the taller woman's head. "But you gotta love the Pirate Queen's irony. Yet I still care about you, even if I have lots of love to share among all of you."
They didn't. The grumbling merely occurred when the food was actually eaten. It was then that they gave her their disdain with boos. While there's not much choice for the pirates but to eat whatever was given to them, Plugg walked over to her side with a grimace. "That will be 3 lashes given out tomorrow."
He walked off, with Syl meeting up with you shortly afterwards. "I've said those two were tied to the hip since I've seen them. Now that's more true than ever," she giggled.
Djir would find things very easy to get into Badger's graces. "Those two nincompoops couldn't fight their way outta a pile of yard," she spat. "I'm throwin' my weight around your lot. Better you than Plugg protectin' me from Harrigan's wrath."
Dear Syl, you are giving me some ideas, but I need some additional boons from below to quite pull this off magically. Hmmm
She seems lost in thought.
Eh, 3 lashes, can probably survive that, Cleric owes me a favor.
A bit later with Sandara and Chisomo
Reds, I may need to call in that favor tomorow if I pass out and cant heal myself.
She cheekily and playfully pinches Chisomo, healing her in the process.
Enjoy each other before leaving with a wink.
Chisomo closes her eyes and just tries to enjoy the moment and Sandara's fingers, murmuring, "Even the best of gods can be fickle."
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Chisomo closes her eyes and just tries to enjoy the moment and Sandara's fingers, murmuring, "Even the best of gods can be fickle."
[B]"I wouldn't say ol' Bes is the best, but that makes her my favorite. And Achaekek can be like that too. I heard he allowed Calistria to court him only to give her a permanent scar on her. That's why a lot of her followers keep the Red Mantis here at length. Maybe I should do the same with you. Or maybe I should take the chance like the Savored Sting did," she chuckled.
Chisomo opens her eyes, trying not to squirm too much in discomfort while she peers at Sandara's face. "You shouldn't mock the- Apologies. That's between you and your Queen." I don't know enough scripture to flirt.
"I was always taught that a scarred target was a failure. But if even The Mantis God can be brought to mercy by beauty, then I would never stand a chance."
Torin managed to stay standing despite the brutal whipping he had to endure, though he couldn't help but stagger as he drew back up to his feet and walked away from the mast. The long day at work and his punishment left him with heavy eyelids and a bent back, and he was all to happy to slump to the deck and rest propped up on his elbows while those little folk he had made friends with amused themselves on the evening.
He spared the occasional look around at the quad of women taking in each other's company and gave a low whistle at one point. It wouldn't likely carry to those so absorbed in each other's company. "Now that's a sight." he chirped, "S'pose I'm seeing double after that flogging?"
Sorry handsome, sadly I used up my healing for the day on lethal damage. Lucille whispers to Torin as she walks by him.
Before going to bed:
OK "Plugg f#%~ing sucks team", I am taking first shift. Mr. "Compensates for absolutely nothing of any value" lost, perhaps permanently, 2 assets today, he may do something really stupid. I would say Torin, Chisomo and Randall need some full rest after their ordeals. I will likely need a full rest tomorow, sorry for the cooking fail I was a bit distracted by certain non-culinary matters.
Sandara smirked. "Seems like you need yer eyes examine. Let me help with that." She reached out her hand and placed it on his cheek.
"There. This one needs a bit more attention, but I welcome examining more from you in the future." With a wink, she waved Torin off... only to wince at Chisomo's possible reaction.
"Like I said. Plenty to go around." She quickly changed the subject. "Eh, I doubt Besmara cares all that much. Pirates tend to be wary of the mystic anyways. All she'd want is to live your life and drop at least a few trinkets in her honor."
When Chisomo talked about her own feelings, her face softened. "Honey, there's nothing wrong with crushing on people. As long as you can handle whatever the person throws at you in response you can admire away. I bet half the Shackles wishes they had a night with Tessa Fairwind. You know I would..." Sandara stared out dreamily... then snapped out of it while blushing before continuing.
"What you said a few days back hurt a lot, but I think that was a part of jealousy speaking there too... which I helped stoked the flames at times," she admitted. "But with me, you can always take the opportunity... hopefully where we won't have to worry about sadistic officers."
Torin blinked, a bit taken aback by the sudden attention. As well as the light bit of flirting. He turned his head at Lucille's passing comment, and then gave a sly smile to Sandara's wink.
"I think I might like this ship yet." he mentions to Conchobar and Rosie. He looks around at the different members of the crew milling about as he continues to relax. The cool night air feeling good on his previously ruined back.
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Before going to bed:OK "Plugg f~!$ing sucks team", I am taking first shift. Mr. "Compensates for absolutely nothing of any value" lost, perhaps permanently, 2 assets today, he may do something really stupid. I would say Torin, Chisomo and Randall need some full rest after their ordeals. I will likely need a full rest tomorow, sorry for the cooking fail I was a bit distracted by certain non-culinary matters.
Djir agrees "Yeah, that's probably a good idea. I can take second shift and Cevanne here can take third. Do we want to bring some of the others in on it?"
Our protagonist pirates had decided to keep watch amongst themselves overnight. Yet nothing of note arrived. Sandara helped Chisomo over to her hammock while Lucille and Djir successfully secured more allies to their side.
The next day, the crew are assigned to their tasks (thankfully Djir is put back to swabbing, swapping with Randall), but the normalities are shortlived. Samms could be heard throughout the Wormwood with two fateful words: "SHIP AHOY!" Randall and Torin could see a ship on the horizon with the help of a telescope.
Harrigan himself emerges, a rare site in consecutive days, and is beaming at the prospect of new loot. "I want all sails out in full. All hands on deck!" He then gazed on those on the sweatbox. "Including those two idiots... if they're still alive."
Plugg opened the cage and checked on Fipps and Jape, both of whom were found unconscious. The first mate's face remains expressionless as he states. "They're still alive. Bring them up to life."
Sandara reluctantly walked over to heal the two up.
Torin strained his eyes to make out the ship at the call, leaning at the rail. "She's so far out." he reasoned, "If she spots us it will be a long chase."
"Ho, Ho, Ho, it's a pirates life for me!" Djir is enthusiastic as he fetches his crossbow and cranks it back...
F&+@ing finally, been a while since I properly killed Lucille says.
Alright Mr. Plugg, how about we get the whipping done now so I will be back in shape once we board? Me half-naked may as well raise the crews spirits, and maybe some other parts, compared to seeing Fibbs and Jape, naked, sweaty and joined together She says with a face about as sour as the sour milk she accidentally used for the dish, as she beholds their "forms".
Yikes, the last time I screwed up cooking that badly was then I confused Moms "Speedy Snow", with sugar. She whisper conspirationally to Syl. the resulting cookies were something else though
Randall looks up as the lookout shouts. He peers out on the horizon, just barely able to make out the ships white sails against the blue of the sky and sea. He looks at Torin "Aye, she's a long way off, but I doubt she can outrun us.". His pulse quickens at the thought of action "Finally something to do." he stares at Fipps and Japes as they slither out of the hotbox "and who knows what can happen in the heat of battle."
"Sure it'll take a bit, but it looks to me like it's a merchant ship. And can heavy one at that. Bet we'll catch up to it the next day," Samms smirked.
Plugg scowled. "That ship will not be caught until the next day. And I did not sign up to this ship to see your lady bits..."
A whistle was heard which ended up coming from Syl who winked. Scourge was also approaching with whip at hand... only to be stopped by the strong hand of Plugg.
"Bloody Hour will happen as planned. Whatever... pleasure anyone else has will be at your own expense."
With everyone focused on speeding up the boat, the shifts continued well into the night. Yet that didn't stop Plugg from making an example of Lucille. Scourge took off her shirt to leave her back bare, but with everyone forced to keep working, it was only to Plugg's and Scourge's benefit.
The second strike was particularly painful, enough that the last one took her out. Sandara was called over to bring her back to life.
The cleric helped Lucille back up her feet. "Nice try, but I've yet to see Plugg oogle anyone, man or woman. He's too professional. Scourge on the other hand would be all over you if he had the chance."
Chisomo keeps a weather eye on the horizon. Her sword stays sheathed and bonded, but she runs through a grueling warmup with her seven-section-staff in preparation for the battle to come.
Eh, I have standards she whispers back.
She feels her power increasing, and her shadow becoming more powerful, it is as if she could project it behind a foe now, but she wasnt quite sure if that was really the case.
I am going to ruin a bunch of fools day! She smiled, humming to herself.
If possible, she would approach Seargent Riaris trusting in her pretty reasonable boarding performance earlier, ideally with Plugg not being nearby.
Mrs Riaris? Permission to speak? She asks
If Riaris lets her speak
As you noticed earlier, I am a f*@$ing spellcaster, do you have any specific orders for me while boarding? I can do the following things about 3 times per day:
--Make someone f@~*ing large for about 2 minutes.
--Heal someone
--Make someone weak willed try to kill his f&%~ing friends, only lasts for about 6 seconds though but most people dont know that. Best way to use it is normally to cast it on a weakling next to a strong guy, or you bluff enemies into thinking its a far stronger spell.
--Entangle someone in his or my shadow, can be resisted by a strong will, lasts about 12 seconds.
Healing requires touching, everything else is 35 feet around me.
The stuff I was doing on the Icebrytar worked well there, but was specific to that ship because I bluffed enemies into believing I am the Mistress while she did her things, typically getting into a great position to electricute half the enemy ship, with the benefit of surprise.
Being a seasoned pirate, Riaris would probably know that the Icebrytar is a bit more insane then the usual pirate vesell, and that the captain has a demonic mistress, complete deal with horns, claws, tails, wings.
Arlhan looks out to sea.
About f++~ing time! Give these shit turds someone else to f%~$ with!
The Druid seems happy.
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Eh, I have standards she whispers back.
She feels her power increasing, and her shadow becoming more powerful, it is as if she could project it behind a foe now, but she wasnt quite sure if that was really the case.
I am going to ruin a bunch of fools day! She smiled, humming to herself.
If possible, she would approach Seargent Riaris trusting in her pretty reasonable boarding performance earlier, ideally with Plugg not being nearby.
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Mrs Riaris? Permission to speak? She asks
If Riaris lets her speakAs you noticed earlier, I am a f@%%ing spellcaster, do you have any specific orders for me while boarding? I can do the following things about 3 times per day:
--Make someone f*!%ing large for about 2 minutes.
--Heal someone
--Make someone weak willed try to kill his f@~&ing friends, only lasts for about 6 seconds though but most people dont know that. Best way to use it is normally to cast it on a weakling next to a strong guy, or you bluff enemies into thinking its a far stronger spell.
--Entangle someone in his or my shadow, can be resisted by a strong will, lasts about 12 seconds.
Healing requires touching, everything else is 35 feet around me.
The stuff I was doing on the Icebrytar worked well there, but was specific to that ship because I bluffed enemies into believing I am the Mistress while she did her things, typically getting into a great position to electricute half the enemy ship, with the benefit of surprise.
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Riaris folded her arms and didn't say anything else. At least that was room enough for to speak.
When Lucille was finished, she replied. "We already got a f@#~ing caster and I doubt Longfarthing's willing to take her f@@$ing place. She'll do her obscuring shit while the like of you'll board and secure she ship. Stay alive, but the cap'n prefers keepin' sailors alive for ransom or recruits. I avoid any magical bullshit. If you want advice from that, ask her. But she's got a temper to burn your ass if yer not careful."
Permission to speak Madam Longfarthing?
If she says yes
I can easily sense that your magics far outstrip mine, I do not want to get in your way, magically or otherwise, and I wish to discuss if there are possible ways of our relatively minor talents being of use to support yours.
Officer Riaris informed me that you plan to employ fog as a covering method? We could create dancing light cantrips at a distance from our ship but still in the mist, to give them a false idea of where in the mist we are.
If you happen to have a spare pair of horns, a tail and some glue, I can totally do my "I AM A SUCCUBUS YOUR FRIEND IS DOMINATED BWAHAHAHA" routine She rolls her eyes Seriously it works far more often then it should, and greatly increase friendly fire on their side, while just actually using the relatively humble murderous command spell.
All of my stuff is fairly short ranged, 35 feet and less, and requires line of sight. I also have enlarge person, but its 2 minutes coming from me. To be best of my knowledge, I can not use shadow trap against the enemy ships steering rudder, which would have been very useful to disable them once we are nearby otherwise.
Your orders Ma'am?
Lucille asks, being incredibly polite and deferential, while trying to get a chuckle out of the sorcerress with the "I AM A SUCCUBUS" routine.
The woman glances towards Plugg and Scourge before eyeing the caster while folding her arms. "Go ahead."
While Lucille didn't get a laugh out of the joke, she remains patient while the other woman continued its tale to its completion. Only then did she reply. "Your idea's not too bad, but just know that putting yourself ahead like that's likely going to get your targeted with ranged fire. And you are going to board the ship tomorrow or you'll get the cat from Plugg." It was a fair bit of distance away, but Lucille could see that Master Plugg held a whip like Scourge... except his looked barbed and hand multiple ends.
"The thing about casting is that you do best when people's eyes aren't on yourself, hence the fog cloud. That goes double if you don't have any protections on yourself heading out there. You can try the idea, but I don't have the supplies on me. Grok might."
She leaned in closer to speak more softly to Lucille. "Casters are valuable here at sea. We get to be treated worse if captured. I learned that the hard way the first time I was at sea," she added grimly.
Arkhan is seen idly listening to the conversation between Lucille and Madam Longfarthing with keen interest.
You had me at fog cloud. Clouds happen to be my specialty. Although. Rull is being a bit of a b*%&% with that one. As yet.